its scary when it doesn’t blink..
reading words, in between that i ink
seeing the screened..to piercing.to direct
with..i don’t have to face..wish not to intersect
the corner..and its just what you show..
there are no debts,there is nothing you owe
there are questions..that i dare not read
there are desires..we rather pay no heed
there are absences..the eyes must comprehend
there are rules..at hearts whim we can’t bend
there is so much your unblinking eyes make me feel..
and it feels guilty..when its glances that i steal
close them.. to me ..right now ..this moment
it burns.. its composure is too fervent..
I'm not what one would go looking for, I'm not one who gets sought. I'm not someone you can categorize, I'm not like anyone you've ever fought. I know the art of masquerade, for that i've mastered well. It is the only way I can live this life, my guilt is too near to dwell.
its scary when it doesn’t blink..
reading words, in between that i ink
seeing the screened..to piercing.to direct
with..i don’t have to face..wish not to intersect
the corner..and its just what you show..
there are no debts,there is nothing you owe
there are questions..that i dare not read
there are desires..we rather pay no heed
there are absences..the eyes must comprehend
there are rules..at hearts whim we can’t bend
there is so much your unblinking eyes make me feel..
and it feels guilty..when its glances that i steal
close them.. to me ..right now ..this moment
it burns.. its composure is too fervent..